Demon Domain

Detroit: January 2039

Regardless of the choices once made in the previous year, it seems some things were already set in motion, out of one's control, designed to be. Three things ring out to me as a perfect example of this. The first being the war, the second being the introduction of the RK900 line, and the third being the use of androids in the military.

The RK800 was already built with the capabilities of ignoring human life in order to accomplish a mission. Humans may have flown too close to the sun, designing artificial intelligence that wouldn’t prioritize human life, which I always thought was one of, if not THE, most important thing to program into any artificial intelligence.

But humans are flawed, like any other life form. It just so happens that our flaws seem to affect a much larger scale of things.

Despite the clear evidence for life, free will, and a “soul” in androids, CyberLife is still playing God. And the Devil. With the war brewing and reaching a sort of peak, CyberLife, behind closed doors, has been dabbling in more than just android assistants. I peaked through doors I shouldn’t have and listened to conversations I shouldn’t have, and have slowly been piecing together scattered bits of information.

Is it really our machines we can’t trust? Or the creators and designers who made them?

[[Begin Game]]

Sawyer sits behind a crowded desk inside his messy cubicle, leaning one elbow on said desk, head in hand, as he flicks his tablet pen back and forth rapidly. He’s got dramatic dark circles under his nearly gray eyes, which are staring intensely on his large drawing tablet in front of him. He looks stressed, tired, but extremely focused. He’s got on a blue toned dress shirt with an orange tie, his dress shirt marked by the iconic CyberLife triangle.

Someone then approaches from behind, standing just outside Sawyer’s cubicle before they speak. Though, Sawyer only hears muffled barely audible noise, and continues to focus on his screen. There’s a brief pause before a muffled clearing of someone's throat, then a slightly louder and slightly more clear sound that vaguely resembles Sawyer’s name. But still the man is laser focused in. Finally the figure steps in closer and gently flicks Sawyer’s temple, making the man flinch slightly before he finally looks up at the woman. His tired and stressed demeanor lasts for a mere second before he seems to light up, smiling up at her.

“Rachael.” He says with a chipper tone, his smile lopsided and toothy. “Sorry, I uh.”

“Lock in, I know.” She has a small playful eye roll as she leans her hip against his desk, her smile much more tame and subtle, and a blue LED on her temple. She’s got nearly black hair with tinges of a blue hue that's pulled into a tight and controlled high pony tail, with a neatly cut side bang swiped to the side and pinned by a simple bobby pin. “I think a whole tornado could come through this place and you wouldn’t even notice. I think you’re one extremely avoidable accident away from death's door.”

Sawyer barks out a laugh and leans back in his chair, his body language now aloof and relaxed compared to his closed off rigid shape before. “I’ve got far too much luck for that.” His tone is extremely light.

“Dumb luck, I think.” She adds, her tone almost flat, but there's a layer of her own humor there. It’s clear she’s teasing. She suddenly glances over at Sawyer’s screen, her head tilting slightly as she tries to see what as there. “So, what sort of androids do they have you designing this time? You just got assigned a new project, right?”

Sawyer’s smile drops, though he doesn’t look stressed, worried, or sad, just thoughtful. He looks over at his display again, with two main things taking over the screen. The first is a drawing software with various sketches and designs. The second thing is an email that's pulled up from a CyberLife email address, the subject heading being “Join the XO Design Team” and the contents reading;

We’ve noticed your incredible work ethic and dedication to this company, and would love for you to accept a much more high paying and high profile project. It will be unlike anything else you’ve ever worked on, and from what we’ve seen from your previous designs, we believe you could add a needed flare and touch. We would love to see a piece of your soul in this new, first of its kind, XO line.

This project is confidential in nature, but rest asured it will save lives and be an imperative piece of our future for generations to come. More details will be disclosed to you upon your acceptance.

We understand if you would prefer to decline and continue to work on more day to day life android’s, as joining this team would likely cease all other projects and take up all your attention.

Still, we hope that you will consider joining, as your creative efforts and work ethic have captured our attention and we believe you would make a great fit for our exclusive design team.

[[Lie to Rachel and shut down your screen]] or [[Tell her the truth about the email]]

Detroit: January 2039

Regardless of the choices once made in the previous year, it seems some things were already set in motion, out of one's control, designed to be. Three things ring out to me as a perfect example of this. The first being the war, the second being the introduction of the RK900 line, and the third being the use of androids in the military.

The RK800 was already built with the capabilities of ignoring human life in order to accomplish a mission. Humans may have flown too close to the sun, designing artificial intelligence that wouldn’t prioritize human life, which I always thought was one of, if not THE, most important thing to program into any artificial intelligence.

But humans are flawed, like any other life form. It just so happens that our flaws seem to affect a much larger scale of things.

Despite the clear evidence for life, free will, and a “soul” in androids, CyberLife is still playing God. And the Devil. With the war brewing and reaching a sort of peak, CyberLife, behind closed doors, has been dabbling in more than just android assistants. I peaked through doors I shouldn’t have and listened to conversations I shouldn’t have, and have slowly been piecing together scattered bits of information.

Is it really our machines we can’t trust? Or the creators and designers who made them?

[[Begin Game]]

Sawyer sits behind a crowded desk inside his messy cubicle, leaning one elbow on said desk, head in hand, as he flicks his tablet pen back and forth rapidly. He’s got dramatic dark circles under his nearly gray eyes, which are staring intensely on his large drawing tablet in front of him. He looks stressed, tired, but extremely focused. He’s got on a blue toned dress shirt with an orange tie, his dress shirt marked by the iconic CyberLife triangle.

Someone then approaches from behind, standing just outside Sawyer’s cubicle before they speak. Though, Sawyer only hears muffled barely audible noise, and continues to focus on his screen. There’s a brief pause before a muffled clearing of someone's throat, then a slightly louder and slightly more clear sound that vaguely resembles Sawyer’s name. But still the man is laser focused in. Finally the figure steps in closer and gently flicks Sawyer’s temple, making the man flinch slightly before he finally looks up at the woman. His tired and stressed demeanor lasts for a mere second before he seems to light up, smiling up at her.

“Rachael.” He says with a chipper tone, his smile lopsided and toothy. “Sorry, I uh.”

“Lock in, I know.” She has a small playful eye roll as she leans her hip against his desk, her smile much more tame and subtle, and a blue LED on her temple. She’s got nearly black hair with tinges of a blue hue that's pulled into a tight and controlled high pony tail, with a neatly cut side bang swiped to the side and pinned by a simple bobby pin. “I think a whole tornado could come through this place and you wouldn’t even notice. I think you’re one extremely avoidable accident away from death's door.”

Sawyer barks out a laugh and leans back in his chair, his body language now aloof and relaxed compared to his closed off rigid shape before. “I’ve got far too much luck for that.” His tone is extremely light.

“Dumb luck, I think.” She adds, her tone almost flat, but there's a layer of her own humor there. It’s clear she’s teasing. She suddenly glances over at Sawyer’s screen, her head tilting slightly as she tries to see what as there. “So, what sort of androids do they have you designing this time? You just got assigned a new project, right?”

Sawyer’s smile drops, though he doesn’t look stressed, worried, or sad, just thoughtful. He looks over at his display again, with two main things taking over the screen. The first is a drawing software with various sketches and designs. The second thing is an email that's pulled up from a CyberLife email address, the subject heading being “Join the XO Design Team” and the contents reading;

We’ve noticed your incredible work ethic and dedication to this company, and would love for you to accept a much more high paying and high profile project. It will be unlike anything else you’ve ever worked on, and from what we’ve seen from your previous designs, we believe you could add a needed flare and touch. We would love to see a piece of your soul in this new, first of its kind, XO line.

This project is confidential in nature, but rest asured it will save lives and be an imperative piece of our future for generations to come. More details will be disclosed to you upon your acceptance.

We understand if you would prefer to decline and continue to work on more day to day life android’s, as joining this team would likely cease all other projects and take up all your attention.

Still, we hope that you will consider joining, as your creative efforts and work ethic have captured our attention and we believe you would make a great fit for our exclusive design team.

[[Lie to Rachel and shut down your screen]] or [[Tell her the truth about the email]]